She pouts her lips, but I delicately grab the ends of her shirt and pull it up and over her head. My eyes travel the length of her body, as she stands there, naked from the waist up, with only a bra, and I watch as goose bumps ripple across her skin.
"You're cold," I say, placing my hands on her.
Immediately, the feel of her takes me back to memories of the limo—our kiss, my hand on the inner softness of her thigh, my fingers traveling up her legs until they were inside of her.
Just thinking about this makes my cock twitch, and I can feel it growing hard, pulsing and pushing on my boxer briefs.
But I try to shake it from my mind.
Now's not the time to be getting turned on. I have to stay focused on taking care of Ashley.
"I agree," I say, trying to bring myself back to reality. "The cut isn't serious. But it does need to be cleaned and bandaged. Do you have a first aid kit around here? Maybe just disinfectant and bandages?"
"I do," she replies. "It's just in this cupboard, over here—ouch."
I watch as she tries to lift her arm up above her head, and winces, quickly bringing it back down.
"Just stay still," I urge her, "I'll get it. No need to move."
I rummage through her cupboard until I find the small white box with a red cross. I open it and take out the provisions I need.
I take a bit of antibiotic cream and gently rub it into her cut, and then place a bandage over it. She winces for a moment, and then smiles.
"Thank you doctor," she whispers into my ear. "But you know what I think?"
"What's that?" I smile.
"I think you should kiss me and make me feel better," she purrs.
As she says this I realize that my connection for Ashley is deepening.
Of course, just one look and she turns me on quicker than a light switch, but it's more than that.
I care about this woman. About her safety, her well being.
That trepidation I felt in the beginning is dissolving, and I'm beginning to trust her.
I’m the fucking ruler of the free world. But I’m willing to give up everything for this woman.
What's happening to me?
17
Ashley
I’m tired of holding back. I’ve been holding back all of my life and now … now it’s time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and I’d be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.
“I want you…” I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and pulling him into me. “I need you,” I continue, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float down to the floor.#p#分页标题#e#
“I want you too … so fucking bad, Ashley,” he whispers against my ear as I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.
“Then take me,” I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.
“Take me,” I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his fingers.
“I want that cock of yours,” I continue, the words finding their way into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I meet the hem of his pants. “I want to feel it inside my mouth…” Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers, closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. “I want to feel it inside my pussy… I want to feel it everywhere,” I moan as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white teeth.
“You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley,” he replies, his words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands off of his ass, I move them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.